I fully intended to build Ye Olde Chicken Coope out of reclaimed materials. I planned to do it myself, without any help from the Hubs or our pal Dan, The Handiest Man On Earth. I was sure I'd spend less on the whole shebang than I would on a single carton of free-range eggs. I envisioned a whimsical-yet-sturdy home for my little chooks that would make Rosie the Riveter proud.
I scoured Craigslist, Freecycle, and the occasional Dumpster for free materials. I visited the local Habitat for Humanity store---and emerged with just enough hardware cloth to cover our existing brooder. (I did, however, score a trio of vintage windows from our wonderful neighbor---Thanks, EJ!---but have come to terms with the fact that, um, I have nary a clue how to install them.)
Gentle Reader, mea culpa. Under cover of darkness, I liberated Jess' pickup and hightailed it to Lowe's. Well and truly chastened, I blew a chunk of change sufficient to keep my entire neighborhood in organic eggs for the foreseeable future. Reckless and utterly without shame, I even had the guy in Lumber cut the wood to size; for a quarter a cut, I bought my way out of the inevitable Equation of Carpentry Mortification.
Wendy + reciprocating saw = just plain crooked.
No two ways about it, people. Worth every penny.